Classical Poetry of Osaka

Even for the brief space between reed joints at Naniwa Bay—must I pass through this life without ever meeting you?

Tell them I have set sail across the vast sea toward countless islands— you, little fishing boat upon the waves

Fallen ill on my journey, my dreams wander restlessly across withered winter fields.

Along Sumiyoshi's shore, the pine groves stand where spring mist rises from the sea— how I wish my love were here to share this beauty

For just one night among Naniwa's reeds— a fleeting rest, a stolen dream— must I now spend my whole life drowning in love?

My sovereign lord, divine in nature, Dwells in his palace high above the thunder— Where heaven's clouds bow beneath his feet.

Deep in autumn's quietude— I wonder what my neighbor does, living on the other side of silence.

At Naniwa's shores, see how the plum blossoms bloom— After winter's long retreat, Spring has come at last, and the flowers speak.

Golden rapeseed blooms stretch endlessly— the moon rises in the east as the sun sinks westward

Though our humble home grows black with smoke from burning reeds, my wife remains ever wondrous to me.